Michael answered, "Oh I'm not in school anymore." As in he graduated from high school twelve years ago.
This week at the DMV in the middle of a conversation with the DMV employee, Michael said, "Oh ya, my wife and I..."
"You have a wife?! You look way to young to be married." If only she knew that he has been married for six years and has two kids.
These comments are nothing new. All through his five years of working at the Claremont Colleges, strangers assumed he was a prospective student. Aka, a junior or senior in high school.
So here's a little public service announcement for all macho, Italian barbers; DMV employees; and other strangers...
Today is Michael's 30th birthday.
|High school Michael and two weeks ago Michael. See? He doesn't look like a teenager.|
It's mostly funny but also slightly annoying to have people think your husband is a teenager. But, I suppose in 10 or 20 years when people think he's 30, I'll be proud of my husband's youthful good looks.
But, seriously now, happy 30th birthday, Michael! Ten years ago, we were living in the same dorm at USC and I had a major crush on you and you had a major crush on me and everyone knew it except you. Now here we are ten years later -- married with two little girls; two college degrees, a law degree, and a couple of jobs behind us; and a big cross-cultural move before us.
You are the kind of husband and father who will always lay aside his work or his phone to listen to my stories, help Grace deal with her big emotions, or read Cora's favorite book with her for the 72nd time. And that's a really good husband/father to be. The three of us are so blessed!
What are the next ten years going to bring? What will we look back on together when we turn forty?! I look forward to the next decade with wide eyes and a pounding heart grateful to have your hand squeezing mine.
Now go get some eye wrinkles so people don't start thinking you're my son!